Great Tang Broom Star

There will be problems with food this year.

"Your Majesty, this year the Sanmenxia is dry and the rocks are dry, and the grain ships cannot be transferred. Chang'an's grain may be difficult."

Tang Lin was very ashamed, feeling that he, the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, had not fulfilled his duty, then he glanced at Yan Liben, and thought to himself, can you, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, do anything about it?

Yan Liben, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, looked embarrassed. Sanmenxia is not navigable, and food cannot be transshipped. This is closely related to the Ministry of Industry.

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent."

Yan Liben is Yan Lide's younger brother. The two brothers have profound family education and are good at painting and engineering design. Yan Lide first served as the master craftsman and minister of the Ministry of Industry. After Yan Lide left, Yan Liben succeeded him, which can be called a family of ministers of the Ministry of Industry.

Li Zhi looked at Yan Liben, "How long will it take to sail again?"

He still had a glimmer of hope, as long as he could transport the grain to Chang'an in time, he wouldn't have to be like a wolf, leading a pack of wolves to Luoyang to eat.

Yan Liben was so ashamed that he couldn't contain himself, and said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, this year's dry season will be very long."

Some blushed like a monkey's buttocks, and felt that countless eyes in the hall were staring at them, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Li Zhiben wanted to reprimand him, but seeing Yan Liben's appearance, he couldn't help sighing.

How did you ask Yan Liben to do things that could not be solved in all dynasties? He is an emperor, not a creditor.

Forget it, I'm desperate.

Back in the harem, Li Zhi found Wu Mei.

"Meiniang, I'm afraid I'll go to Luoyang again this year to eat. The emperor, I, is going around for food. Who would believe it? I think this is also the disadvantage of setting the capital in Chang'an, but Chang'an Chang'an..."

Li Zhi's eyebrows became more gloomy.

Chang'an is Chang'an, and Luoyang is Luoyang, representing different political meanings. He designated Luoyang as the eastern capital, and put Luoyang officials at the same level as Yongzhou officials, which also has a strong political meaning.

Wu Mei nodded, she was more inclined to go to Luoyang as to staying in Chang'an or Luoyang. The air in Chang'an is suffocating, and the noble families here are like a pack of wolves, staring at the royal family and power.

After the news spread, Jia Ping'an was speechless.

"Husband, are you going to Luoyang?"

Wei Wushuang was a little melancholy, and slowly knelt down to sit down. The advantage of a pair of long legs was too obvious, making Su Ho beside him quite plump.

"yes."

Jia Pingan rested his chin on one hand, thinking about the process carefully.

Luoyang just eats...even begging, the emperor doesn't think it's shabby. Later, once there was a famine in Guanzhong, Li Zhi left the prince in Chang'an to guard, and took his family to Luoyang. When Dezong arrived, food was cut off, and the forbidden army threatened to mutiny. Dezong and his son squatted in the palace and waited desperately for the rebels to come in... At a critical moment, food arrived. Dezong ran all the way to the East Palace, cheering: "My father and son will be born!"

What the emperor did was speechless.

This thing is very sad!

Why not move the capital?

"The incompetent!"

Jia Pingan pouted, thinking that Li Zhi was just a stick.

Su Ho leaned against him melancholy, and asked softly: "Husband, who do you say is incompetent?"

"emperor!"

Jia Pingan said casually.

Su Ho's body stiffened immediately.

Women's bodies are so much fun! It is sometimes soft and sometimes hard, sometimes soft like cotton, and sometimes hard like iron, which can be regarded as a model of flexibility.

Su Ho rushed to the door and looked around, but there was no one there. She turned around and patted the big murderer, and said angrily: "My husband is talking more and more nonsense."

Jia Pingan looked at the waves, coughed dryly, ready to move.

Wei Wushuang also looked outside vigilantly. The two children who were taking a nap behind him were startled, moved and murmured.

"What are you afraid of?"

Jia Pingan naturally has the means to do this. He covered Jia Yu with a quilt, and the faces of the two children were flushed, making people want to take a bite.

"How much better not to go to Luoyang?"

Su Ho rested his cheeks on his hands, puffing out his cheeks and worrying.

"Maybe I can figure out a way."

Jia Pingan got up and was going to see Ah Fu.

"Husband, you don't want to talk nonsense. If it spreads, others will laugh at you."

Wei Wushuang said angrily, and rolled his eyes.

Let me go, the eldest daughter-in-law rolled her eyes so charmingly, Jia Ping'an was moved.

As soon as his arms were wrapped around his slender waist, Wei Wushuang's face was blushing, and the water in his eyes flickered...

"Aye..."

wipe!

Mistake.

Jia Ping turned around with a dry smile.

Jia Yu was talking in his sleep.

This unlucky boy!

Jia Pingan also lost interest, got up and said: "I really have a solution for this matter, maybe I don't need to go to Luoyang this year."

Wei Wushuang pursed his lips into a smile, Su Ho pursed his lips, and after Jia Pingan went out, he said with a smile: "My husband is here to comfort us."

hehe!

Jia Pingan outside heard it and just laughed.

He turned back and said: "You don't know what you can do for your husband, but you did it for your husband."

Madan!

Are you impulsive?

As soon as Jia Ping'an said it, he regretted it.

Indoors, on the couch, two children were sleeping on their backs, breathing steadily. The two wives sat kneeling behind the case table. There was an account book and a game of chess on the case table... Also, the picturesque beauty.

Angry at the crown... for the confidante!

Done!

"Husband."

Wei Wushuang chased him out, trying to persuade Jia Pingan not to be impulsive, but Jia Pingan had already slipped away.

"Why!"

The beauty's sigh was faint, and Jia Ping'an had already arrived at the Ministry of Industry.

"Yan Shangshu."

Yan Liben was painting, and Jia Pingan greeted him outside the door, but he couldn't stop him from painting.

Lao Yan's greatest skill is painting. He drew more than ten strokes in a row, put down the pen, raised his head and said indifferently: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Wuyang?"

I can't come to find you if I have nothing to do?

Jia Pingan came in and glanced at the painting, but Yan Liben put away the drawing paper casually, with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

What is this Jia Ping'an doing here? Want to steal a teacher to learn art? That's right, it is said that there is no knowledge of calligraphy and painting in Xinxue, pale...whiter than milk. Speaking of milk, Yan Liben thought of a lot...and couldn't help licking his lips.

Lao Yan is so stingy that people are speechless!

"Yan Shangshu, I'm here today, and I want to ask about Sanmenxia. If possible, I have a way to solve this problem."

Jia Ping'an has already thought of a way, but he needs to mobilize some resources.

How much credit is there for dredging the Sanmenxia?

It's huge.

You bastard is blowing up!

Yan Liben glanced at him, then took out the drawing paper and picked up the pen...

He ignored me?

Jia Pingan wanted to spray a few words, but why think about it? Can't there be basic trust between people?

That's all.

He left the Ministry of Industry and then went to the Ministry of War.

"I want blacksmiths, the more the better."

Ren Yaxiang looked at him, thinking that this guy might have smoked.

"What do you want a blacksmith for?"

"Break the Sanmen Gorge."

hiss...

Did this guy drink too much? But if he wants to get Sanmenxia, ​​it's a good thing, at least the old man doesn't have to face his daily holiday every day. God is pitiful, look at the Six Books of the Tang Dynasty, which book is pitiful for the old man, every day when he comes, there is a servant who asks for leave, and year after year, day after day. This heart is as strong as iron!

Ren Yaxiang put down his teacup, got up, walked around Jia Ping'an twice, and asked in front of him, "How do you do it?"

Later, more than 30 blacksmiths gathered in the Ministry of War.

"All you have to do is build tools."

Jia Pingan drew several shapes of chisels, and then the shape of steel drills. But the biggest problem is hardness.

It's not hard enough, it won't fit in!

This requires steel, but Datang's steel... Datang does not have steel.

"You have to show the spirit and spirit of making hundreds of steels. By the way, remember to quench and quench it many times, otherwise the hardness will not be enough."

A group of craftsmen carefully looked at these pictures, and an old craftsman raised his head, "Mr. Wuyang, this thing has been around for a long time..."

"I want harder, harder!"

Not hard, it cannot penetrate stone.

"How hard should it be?" The old craftsman had a headache.

"It should be as hard as it is, but be careful not to be brittle."

"Can't it be crispy?"

"Of course not brittle."

The craftsmen looked distressed, and the old craftsman smiled wryly: "Mr. Wuyang, I'm afraid it's...difficult."

Ren Yaxiang coughed dryly, "Mr. Wuyang, just do your best in this matter, don't let yourself have no way out.". It was Ren Yaxiang's wish to let Jia Pingan go away, but the tossing was too much, and he would be troubled in the end.

Lao Ren is persuading him to save face for himself, so as not to end up in vain.

But I have plenty of ways... Jia Pingan stretched out five fingers and said confidently, "Fifty thousand!"

Is there anything in this world that money cannot drive?

No matter how reserved a girl is, she has to kneel in front of money.

More than thirty craftsmen were dumbfounded.

Huh!

What does this mean?

Jia Pingan suddenly realized, "Jia made a written note for you to keep."

The craftsmen immediately burst into smiles.

Jia Ping'an got it right away, and the old craftsman took the paperwork, turned around and asked, "Who can read?"

"I."

After verifying that it was correct, the old craftsman trembled with excitement, "Mr. Wuyang, wait for the good news I'm waiting for."

"be quick!"

The front is arrogant and the back is respectful!

Jia Ping turned around, and a group of officials looked at him blankly.

This method... turned out to be directly throwing money at it.

The key is that these craftsmen really have a way.

Lord Wuyang... a god and a man!

In just half a month, the craftsmen invited Jia Pingan to the workshop to see the results.

Rows of drills, boxes of chisels...

The hands of the craftsmen are stretched out, full of calluses, and even cracked wounds.

Jia Pingan verified it.

Bah bah bah!

The stone gradually crumbles under the chisel...

The steel rod was stretched in, struggling to pry it.

Snapped!

The stone became two pieces.

"Give money."

A group of craftsmen were dumbfounded with 50,000 yuan.

"What does this mean?"

Jia Ping'an was content to go back, but the craftsmen stopped him.

Puff, a craftsman knelt down with tears in his eyes, "Fifty thousand... no one has ever valued us so much..."

Jia Ping'an's heart moved, thinking about whether he could use money to mobilize the enthusiasm of the craftsmen in the future and produce more results. Also... There are many things in the new school that require the cooperation of craftsmen, at this moment...

The so-called money can make ghosts grind, Jia Pingan smiled extraordinarily kindly, helped the craftsmen, and heard the words: "Everyone has his own value. The value of a businessman lies in trafficking and communication; the value of officials lies in management." , lies in governance; what is the value of craftsmen? I think that the value of craftsmen is greater than that of officials."

A group of craftsmen were confused, thinking Mr. Wuyang, are you fooling us?

Outside, Shen Qiu who came to look for Jia Pingan stopped.

He moved forward a few steps, and saw Jia Pingan waving his hands, his emotions were outrageous, as if to boost the morale of the soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield, and as if he was explaining a truth.

"The invincibility of the Tang army is not only due to the fearlessness of the soldiers, but more importantly, the sharp knives and guns. But who made the knives and guns?"

Jia Ping'an has entered a state... he is defiant, his face is flushed red, and his momentum is like a rainbow...

"From your majesty to the common people, who can leave the things made by craftsmen? I often enter the palace, and all the supplies in the palace are handcrafted by craftsmen. Farmers cultivate, and those tools are also made by craftsmen...Look at me, this body Who made the official uniform? Look at this room, look at these tools, who made it..."

Those artisans are short of breath... so we are so great?

The great craftsmen... immediately regarded Master Jia as their close friend.

"Basic food, housing, and transportation, which one can be separated from craftsmen?! Which one!"

The craftsmen were boiling, surrounding Jia Pingan, chatting about what they were good at.

You are so excited!

The craftsmen's emotions were too intense, and Jia Ping'an worried that he would be buried.

"Mr. Wuyang, I can make iron harder and tougher."

Jia Pingan rolled his eyes.

I go!

Sure enough, these people all have their own unique skills, but they don't scatter eagles when they don't see rabbits.

"Mr. Wuyang, I can turn stones into gold..."

Who said this girl?

Jia Pingan searched hard in the crowd, pulled out the man, and woke him up with a slap.

Turning a stone into gold... a bubble of urine will wake you up.

"Mr. Wuyang is our reborn parent."

The old craftsman held Jia Ping'an's hand with tears in his eyes.

But I... Uncle, you can be me now. Jia Pingan laughed dryly, trying to break free from his hands, but the rough hands, which had a friction force greater than sandpaper, were so powerful that General Jia Huan couldn't break free.

Shen Qiu outside was stunned.

Jia Pingan accidentally turned his head around, saw Shen Qiu, and gave him a wink...Brother, save me, if you don't save me...Go and burn incense for me when you turn around.

Shen Qiu coughed dryly, lightly pressed down the long hair on his temples, and walked in, "Duke Wuyang, His Majesty summoned you."

The emperor was the leader of the feudal society... The craftsmen became quiet in an instant, and sent him out with a look of respectful sending Jia Pingan to die.

"Mr. Wuyang, come here often!"

"Mr. Wuyang, turn around and the old man has a fat chicken at home. Come to drink at home. The granddaughter of the old man is lovely. Let her accompany Wuyang Gong."

Jia Ping went out with a pale face. After a long time, he cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you very much."

"Why are you thanking us? His Majesty really summoned you."

You thought you were an errand servant?

"Why you?"

Jia Pingan was pondering, and suddenly took a look at Shen Qiu... Shen Qiu is very skilled, let him come, is this to prevent him from escaping?

What is the meaning of the emperor?

No, if you want to take me, you must take Sister first...

"They don't know where you are." Shen Qiu's voice was soft, the movement of getting on the horse was as fast as a ghost, before the horse could react, the man was on the horse's back.

Jia Ping'an came here on a whim, and the servant went out of the palace to search around but couldn't find it. In the end, Li Zhi asked Baiqi to take action, and Shen Qiu came to lead the man himself.

Jia Pingan looked at the sky and praised: "The weather is so nice!"

When he saw Li Zhi, he was talking to Wu Shun.

This woman... No, there is actually He Lan Minyue next to her.

The mature woman Wu Shun and the young but pretty He Lan Minyue, the two extremes bring great visual enjoyment.

Jia Ping licked his lips.

Beast!

Wu Shun stood up, with a bulge behind him, Fushen said: "The concubine will leave."

He Lan Minyue kept looking at Jia Ping'an, with complicated emotions in her eyes.

Girl, if you look at me again, the emperor will invite me into the palace if he can't say no, cut off the roots of troubles with one knife, and cut off women from now on.

Jia Pingan lowered his eyes slightly, and his body was straight.

Wushun's mother and daughter walked by Jia Pingan's side, the fragrance was blowing, the richness of Wushun, the lightness of He Lanminzhi...

Sure enough, it is high-end, and it even pays attention to the taste of powder.

Wu Shun didn't even look at Jia Ping'an, he raised his head and hummed softly.

In her opinion, Jia Pingan, who calls A-mei as A-sister, has a bright future, but I haven't taken the position yet! She looked back at the emperor and smiled charmingly.

Li Zhi also smiled slightly, then rubbed his face.

Don't hum, there are times when you hum miserably.

He Lan Minyue glanced at Jia Ping'an, her eyes seemed a little confused.

This girl was deceived by her old mother. As a relative of the queen, it is not a problem to betroth a good family, but once she enters the palace, her reputation will be bad. Who would dare to marry her even if she is out of the palace?

The emperor did not dare to drink the pot water.

Li Zhi looked a little tired, and Jia Ping'an slandered, "Is this the mother and daughter who just enjoyed it?" Tsk tsk, it's in broad daylight...but if you don't enjoy it in broad daylight, should it be at night?

In the evening, Li Zhi was exhausted... Thinking that Li Zhi had to go to Ajie's place, Jia Pingan felt that the emperor was indeed a man of iron.

Li Zhi cheered up, "Yan Liben just entered the palace, talked about the Sanmenxia, ​​and said that we still need to build plank roads for towing ships."

He looked at Jia Pingan with scrutiny, and said with a relaxed tone, "I heard you said that you have a way to solve this matter?"

Did Yan Liben sue me or what?

Lao Yan, you are not kind.

Yan Liben's painting skills were top notch, but the fees were very expensive. When Taoism and Buddhism were fighting for power, he first drew a picture to ridicule Taoist priests and gave it to the monks. The Taoist priests immediately raised hundreds of thousands of money and asked him to draw a picture mocking the monk...

Is this fishing law enforcement?

No, this is fishing.

"Your Majesty, I have a way..."

Li Zhi casually picked up the memorial, nodded and said, "Speak."

"I want to clear the rocks blocking the Sanmen Gorge."

Li Zhi let go of his hand, and the melody landed on the case table, and even fluttered a few times.

He frowned, "What do you want?"

This is a pun.

I want Datang to last forever!

"Your Majesty, I have already prepared the tools. In addition, I also want to mobilize some craftsmen and get some gunpowder from the Ministry of War."

"that's it?"

Li Zhi shook his head, waved his hands and said, "I'll give it all to you."

This tone is like saying helplessly to a bragging child: Baby, be good.

Jia Pingan resigned, and then went to mobilize various supplies.

This movement was not small. Someone inquired about the news, and the news spread throughout Chang'an.

"He said he wanted to open the channel?"

Changsun Wuji was not in a good mood, but he still lost his composure, and the tea got on the skirt of his clothes.

Xu Jingzong hurriedly went to the Ministry of War and smoked whenever he met him.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Do you know the consequences of letting go of your big words? Those people will use this as a talking point and keep ridiculing you. Why did the old man get the name of this treacherous minister back then? Isn't it just... that's all, the past is like the wind , the old man only asks you, are you sure?"

The past is like wind, but infatuation is just hard to understand...Old Xu, what shameful things did you not tell me? Jia Pingan was drawing a picture, and raised his head when he heard the words... But Xu Jingzong was faster, and he said with a sad face: "How can you be sure?"

He turned around and left, and went to find some classics after returning to the value room, and checked them one by one.

On the second day, Jia Ping'an was ready.

Xu Jingzong came looking for him with red eyes, "Safe, it's inappropriate, it's extremely inappropriate! Since the former Han Dynasty, those people have tried to open up the waterway, but it doesn't work! Can you still call the wind and rain, and slap those reefs to the ground?" Is it gone?"

Jia Pingan was packing up his things, turned around, and said seriously: "Mr. Xu, I can really call the wind and the rain!"

Many people in Chang'an City were laughing.

Jia Ping'an said that he wanted to open the waterway, but everyone thought it was a dream.

A group of old people get together after dinner to talk nonsense. The breath of spring is getting stronger, they are sitting in the alley, chatting about it.

"Who among those skilled craftsmen has not thought of a way? But who has thought of a way? Lord Wuyang is kind, but such things...if they are not done well, it will be a joke."

"My ancestors have come here like this for generations. This place in Guanzhong...is evil, with a large population, many people will starve to death in the event of a famine. If Lord Wuyang can really open up the waterway, then it will be a Buddha of ten thousand families."

"This is a dream!"

The old men sighed for a long time, got up and patted their buttocks and went home.

Jia Pingan arrived at home and told the story.

"Husband..."

Wei Wushuang forced a smile and said, "Husband just go."

Su Ho hesitated to speak, but after being glared at by Wei Wushuang, he pursed his lips and said, "Business, have a good journey."

Both women are worried...

"Ahem!"

Jia Ping'an winked, "Tonight...there will be three of us?"